7 - Killer Frost and Dr. Light survey the city that's under their thumb. (Linda/Caitlin)
Prompt: Flarrow Femslash Week Day Two: Partners in Crime AU (Earth-2 Caitlin Snow/Earth-2 Linda Park)
"They're pathetic, aren't they?"
"Oh, I don't know." Light examined her nails pointedly, her back to the street. The railing of the balcony pressed into her spine. "But I suppose you wouldn't be called Killer Frost if you didn't have some disdain for humanity."
"All of them desperate," Frost continued. "All of them running. From what?"
"Us, probably." Light looked sideways. Frost was leaning against the railing, her pale fingers curled around the steel and turning it glittery with ice. "They should be afraid of us, right?"
Frost paused, her pale eyes flickering. Then she faced Light, dark lips twisting. "Terrified."
Light's heart skipped. "We make pretty good partners."
"Partners," Frost repeated silkily. "As I remember it, you spent our last date in the bank vaults while I was putting everyone else on ice."
"That's usually how it goes, isn't it?" Light said. "You do the dirty work while I grab the cash?"
"I suppose," Frost said. "But sometimes you just need chaos for chaos' sake."
Linda tried to remain impassive, but her brain was clouding the closer Frost got. The noises of the busy street below them, the cars and the people and everything else, melted away. All at once she got the feeling that she was at the crest of a new world, levitating in a sky full of unlimited potential, her feet high above things that had once wrongly held importance. Orange streetlights and painted roads—they were so far below her that it was hard to believe she'd once belonged to that world.
Frost leaned further, and Light's breath was sucked completely away, her cool demeanor shattering under the rhythm of her heart. "I can make you great," Frost said, her voice hardly a whisper. "With time, we can be…glorious."
The last word washed over Light in one cool breath. She wasn't sure who made the final move, but suddenly they were crashing into one another, icy lips sparking together, ripples like tingling menthol cascading down their skin. Goosebumps erupted down Linda's back, but her heart pumped fiery blood and kept her going, kept her reaching for more.
When they broke away, Frost's lips were still curled into a grin. Her fingers left trails down Light's cheek and tangled briefly in her hair, and Light felt the exultation of her promise—I can make you great—thrumming through her bones. Frost tipped her head toward the street. "Why don't we go give them something to be terrified of?"